In the sedan that was not shaking at all, Wang Quan crossed his legs.

"Am I the one who dares to arrest you?"

Then he suddenly realized, "That's not right! Isn't this the bride being captured? I'm sitting in a sedan chair with a man? Is this reasonable!"

He punched the roof of the sedan.

Bang——!

As the air exploded, his hand was shattered into pieces, his arm was twisted and deformed, and his wrist was shattered.

The wooden car roof remains unchanged.

"ah?"

Wang Quan was stunned for a moment, and after the black and red mist healed his arm and hand, he poured 50% of the power he could use into his left hand, and punched the curtain in front again!

The result is no different from before.

It's not that there are no differences. At least his arm is not broken, but his fist is scratched and the hand bones are fractured and dislocated.

Wang Quan: "..."

He looked at the back of his recovering left hand and felt like he was dreaming.

Is there something wrong?

This was a punch in which he injected 50% of the young lady's power!

In Luo Xiao's world, this is already equivalent to a blow from the natural realm of Taoism!

Is this sedan really powerful?

Having no other choice, Wang Quan sat back.

Then take a look. There must be a road before the car reaches the mountain. The worst case scenario is to beg for mercy.

By the way, why do these guys want to arrest me?

Is it because he is handsome?

Wang Quan accepted this answer.

There is one thing to say, indeed.

Although he is not the kind of handsome man who "can make you look miserable at first glance", he is the kind of handsome man who becomes more pleasing to the eye the more you look at him.

So he is a standard master killer.

Abbreviation: Friends of middle-aged women.

The main thing is that he has thick eyebrows, a high nose bridge, and not too small eyes. He looks mature, gentle and reliable.

The aunts all think it is reliable for their daughter to find such a person as her boyfriend.

Wang Quan crossed his legs and raised the corners of his mouth into a √ shape.

Then go and see what tricks the other party is playing.

............

After swaying for an hour, the sedan finally stopped and landed on the ground.

The door curtain was opened, and four women in red outside faced Wang Quan, seeming to say please again.

The gauze covered the upper half of their faces, and Wang Quan couldn't see their eyes.

However, their necks twisted at 180 degrees are still very intimidating.

Yes, their backs were to Wang Quan, but their faces were facing Wang Quan.

After getting off the sedan, Wang Quan was very calm and said, "Lead the way."

The sound of suona suddenly sounded in his ears, which startled Wang Quan.

I saw four female ghosts in red floating up in front of me. They waved their hands, and a Dura Sutra was unfolded and covered from the top of their heads.

Wang Quan was startled and wanted to hide, but he couldn't.

Wrapped in the Dura Sutra quilt, he wanted to struggle, but found that the power of the young lady inside him could not be mobilized.

The Dala Sutra was strangled tighter and tighter.

Within a few breaths, Wang Quan's vision went dark and he lost consciousness.

When he regained consciousness, he found himself lying in a small, dark space.

Subconsciously I wanted to take out my cell phone for lighting, but I felt something wasn't right with my clothes.

The feel is not the fabric of a suit, but a silkier material, and the elbows no longer have the tight feeling of a shirt, but have a loose feeling.

Fortunately, he still found the mobile phone in his arms.

When he took out his cell phone, he frowned.

The clothes I'm wearing...seem to be period costumes?

Take out your phone, light it up, and open the Mirror APP.

With the light, he saw clearly what he looked like now.

Inexplicably, her hair became waist-length, black and straight, and was tied into a bun with a wooden hairpin on the top of her head.

She is wearing a red wedding dress.

Wang Quan looked around and saw that the black paint surface was rectangular and the space was extremely narrow, and he was still lying down.

Wang Quan immediately understood where this was.

This is in a coffin.

hiss--

This style change is a bit fast...

I was happily killing people and monsters a few nights ago, but tonight I encountered only flesh-and-blood monsters and stone donkeys. But now my style changed and I started playing a domestic horror game?

Wang Quan lay down peacefully and watched where they would take him.

The main reason is that the power is now isolated and cannot be used. If this coffin is the same as that sedan, it belongs to the category of "models that cannot be destroyed in the game".

He shouldn't be able to handle it now.

And maybe the reason why the power is cut off is because of this coffin.

It's better to recharge your batteries and wait until you reach the place before killing them.

He closed his eyes and began to communicate with the power of the little sister in his body.

After an unknown amount of time, he felt the coffin stop and then a crack opened in the coffin.

Wang Quan immediately uncovered the coffin and stood up.

Then he was stunned.

Opposite are a dozen women in red clothes.

They were dressed in bright red palace attire, with their hands painted with black nail polish interlaced and standing upright. They wore silver jewelry on their heads and covered with fringed red scarves, only half of their faces below the nose were exposed.

The four women among them were carrying a red soft sedan, which was covered with red curtains. Wang Quan could only vaguely see a pair of red embroidered shoes under the curtains.

He was in a team wearing black scarves and white linen clothes.

There were also a dozen people, six of them carrying a black coffin.

Wang Quan just uncovered the coffin and stood up.

"Red and white collide?"

He has seen Uncle Ying's movies.

The scene now is just like that.

Red and white collide with each other, attacking people but not the road.

As the saying goes, as soon as the music is played and the cloth is covered, the whole village, old and young, is waiting for the food to be served.

Walking away, carrying up, followed by a white.

As soon as the coffin was lifted and buried, relatives and friends began to cry.

He didn't know the details, but it was just very cruel and strange.

But it seems different now.

In short, after the two sides merged, accompanied by the shrill sound of the suona and the strange rhythm of gongs and drums, the red and white teams carried the coffin and the sedan chair into the thick fog.

I don't know how long it took when the thick fog cleared. It might have been just a moment, or it might have been half an hour.

There was a faint fragrance lingering on the tip of Wang Quan's nose.

He opened his eyes and found himself in the lobby of an old house.

There was no one else in the lobby, and there were only two figures standing on the ravaged blue bricks.
To be continued...